Hole In One

The Alola sun was beating down on the golf course, but Kahili wasn't thinking about her swing anymore. Not with Ash Ketchum standing behind her in the clubhouse, his hands gripping her hips like he was lining up the perfect shot.

"So this is what you meant by a private lesson?" Ash chuckled, admiring the way her blue and white golf skirt hiked up over her thick thighs. Kahili's long silver ponytail swayed as she looked back at him, biting her lip with a competitive glint in her eye.

"Stop driving me crazy and just put it in already," she teased, bracing herself against the equipment bench. Her knuckles were white from gripping the edge, but her voice was all playful confidence. "Or are you going to keep putting around?"

Ash didn't need any more encouragement. He'd been watching her practice her swing all morning, the way her body twisted with athletic grace, those orange and white striped socks hugging her calves. Now he was sliding home, burying every inch of his rigid cock deep inside her soaked pussy with one smooth stroke.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, starting a steady rhythm. The wet slap of their bodies echoed in the empty clubhouse, mixing with Kahili's breathy moans.

"That's it, Ash... hole in one," she gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced beneath her polo shirt, nipples hard and visible through the fabric. "You've got quite the... stroke... technique there."

Ash laughed, picking up the pace, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "Learned from the best. You should see my... long game."

"Show me then," Kahili challenged, arching her back to take him even deeper. "Give me everything you've got. I want to feel you finish this round."

They moved together like they'd been partners for years, Ash's hands roaming over her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks to watch his cock disappear inside her again and again. The cutaway view would have shown her walls gripping him, milking him, her arousal dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets.

"Getting close," Ash warned, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.

"Do it," Kahili urged, looking back with lust-drunk eyes. "Sink it. Fill me up. I want to feel you score."

With a final, deep thrust, Ash buried himself to the hilt and unleashed, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her. Kahili cried out, her own orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching and fluttering around his pulsing shaft as he marked her completely.

They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, sweat glistening on their skin.

"So," Kahili said finally, her voice honey-sweet and satisfied, "wanna go for another round? I'm thinking we work on your... approach shot next."

Ash grinned, still nestled inside her warmth. "Best game I've ever played."